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Volume XXVIII June 2. 1922
UU [ A
WHOOOO!
No, this isn't a chapter from Who's
Who, but merely a reminder that ev-eryone
knows who bought their Owls.
For the enlightenment of those who
don't remember, be it known that by
Owl, we do not mean the popular
cigar.
We mean that on Monday, May 15,
in the year of our Lord, nineteen hun-dred
and twenty-two in the well-known
study-hall-Chapel, the Juniors pulled
a "new one" on us. Instead of all of
the red-tape that has- always been
traditional in subscribing for a WES-LEYANA,
the.desirous students sim-ply
reached into their pockets or, or-or-
well wherever they happened to
carry it and pulled forth pennies
amounting to the sum of one hundred.
Upon handing these to the smiling
Junior (who carefully counted it) and
upon awakening from the pain of sep-aration
from said twenty' nickels, each
person found in his hand an Owl. Of
course it was only a picture and it had
its name under it. Oh! yes! Wesleyana
Owl! That was it.
It seems that the Juniors were mere-ly
"hocking" these pretty little cards
because they told us that they wanted
them back some day in exchange for
some book or other. Wise birds these
same Juniors. The Owl proposition
and picture seems to further the point
Now don't it?
And now we await patiently (?) our
Wesleyanas.
STABAT MATER
Stabat Mater, an oratorio by Ros-sini,
under the direction of Harold
Dale Saurer, will be given in Amie
Chapel Commencement week.
This is a beautiful piece of work
and it will take about forty-five min-utes
to render it. The first chorus is
very strong, one phrase being sung
by the chorus, then repeated by quar-tette,
introducing tenor solo and fin-ishing
with the chorus. There are
several beautiful solos for all voices,
also duets and quartettes of unusual
beauty. The oratbrio closes with the
famous "Inflammatus chorus' with a
soprano obligato.
The first of the evening's program
will consist of solos, duets, and quar-tettes,
and the second part Stabat
Mater:
ThePhilharmonic Society of Bloom-ington
has been invited to sing the
Stabat Mater, but we want as many
students as will to take part in this
wonderful work.
Let's make the chorus at least one
hundred voices. Everyone come to
rehearsals of Stabat Mater.
I awoke, as if from a troubled
dream. I listened intently but could
hear no sound other than the heavy
breathing of my companion, who lay,.
two yards distant, curled up in a
blanket. A sudden gust of wind made
the small, loose window rattle as a
blinding shower of sleet was hurled
against it.
How devilish cold it was! I cud-dled
my thin blanket up closer. My
gaze anxiously sought to penetrate the
dark shadows in the corners. Three
slabs of bacon and,a couple of smoked
hams hung from the rafters of the low
ceiling. A few wooden boxes, over
which our clothes had been carelessly
thrown, occupied the center of the
cabin loft. Two small straw piles
were serving for our beds.
Sleep being impossible, I lay there
reflecting over the events of the past
few days. I thought how foolish any
pal, Jack Gathany, and I had been
to start out in the middle of a cold
winter with no particular destination
in view and only a hazy idea of the
hunting game in these wild Maine
woods. True, we had found the ad-venture
quite enjoyable, until the
storm broke. Luckily we had stumbled
onto this cabin in a small clearing,
where we at least found shelter from
the storm. Indeed we had made our-selves
quite at home despite the own-er's
absence.
Creak! Creak! I was startled to hear
the measured tread of a person cau-tiously
ascending the rickety ladder,
the only entrance to the cabin loft.
Almost noiselessly, rung by rung,
someone was climbing the ladder.
Suddenly a dim light shone through
the trap door, sending a pale yellow
square of radiance upward. The muf-fled
footsteps, almost inaudible when
the moaning wind shrieked through
the cracks between the loose boards,
were moving closer. Then the light
of a candle flickered above the floor
Qf the loft, revealing to my straining
eyes the head and shoulders of a man
slowly rising through the opening.-
There was a sneering smile on his
face as he glanced around the room
and spied us. Intuitively I shrunk
HENLINEo CARRIED ELECTION
Wesleyana Staff '24 elected
At a recent Sophomore meeting, the
politicians and "hand-shakers" got to-gether,
or apart, as they saw fit, and
after much soiling of white spats and
smashing of silk hats and cigar-chew-ing,
the election of next year's Wes-leyana
staff was held by the Sopho-mores,
with Squire Smith presiding.
The outcome was that-back
in horror. His hair was un-combed
and his beard thick and
shaggy. He wore a dirty blue shirt
with a red bandanna for a collar. A
horrible scar on his forehead and a
patch over his right eye added to the
dilapidation of his appearance. His
left arm hung limp as though paral-yzed.
Evidently he had been the vic-tim
of some horrible accident.
He stood there motionless for a mo-ment.
There was a curious sugges-tion
of the furtive in the rapid motion
of his rat-like eyes. He mumbled
something and then mounted the re-maining
rungs of the ladder, with that
same sneering smile still on his lips.
My heart jumped up into my mouth,
almost choking me. I dared not move.
He set the candle down on a near-by
box and drew a long knife from
his belt. He ran his finger along its
edge to feel its sharpness. The steel
glistened gruesomely. Turning his
back 'toward me, he stooped down by
the side of my pal and fumbled awk-wardly
with something. With t- quick
jerk he raised the knife over his head.
Was I to lie here quietly and see my
friend murdered? No! No! I would
rather die myself than to forsake him.
I strove in vain to cry out but my
tongue clove to the roof of my mouth
and left me speechless.. I attempted to
jump up but my blood chilled and
left me weak and helpless.
The knife made a deep slash. A
slight moan from Jack and then he lay
perfectly still. Poor boy! Unknowing-ly
he had met his death. But I was
prepared. I would avenge. I stag-gered
to my feet just as the barbaric
intruder turned his head toward me.
With that same sneering, sickening
grin he motioned me to keep quiet.
What audacity?
He straightened up and held some-thing
out as if for my inspection. It
was a slice from one of the smoked
hams which hung from the rafters
just above my companion. Immedi-ately
I had visions of fried ham for
breakfast and oh, how hungry I was.
Jack sat up and yawned,
"When do we eat?"
The Sophomore class, 1924, is
pleased to announce to the rest of the
students that Miss Ruth Heiline will
take the chair as the Editor-in-Chief,
while Miss Mabel Niedermeyer will
act in the capacity of Associate Editor.
The Hon. Maxwell Stanm will take
the responsibility of Business Manager.
The polls will reopen soon and the
remainder of the staff be elected.
Meanwhile the politicians will work
and the rest of us will await with in-terest
the latest returns.
HOSPITALITY IN THE MAINE WOODS
By DONALD J. BAYLER
the heaviest part in the pageant,, that
of the Prophet of Israel who gives
the prologues. This fact in itself as-sures
the audience a treat.
The cast is given by from 100 to
1000 performers. Of course it is
folly to think of having the 1,000 from
Wesleyan this year, But we can easily
make it 300 if everyone does his share.
It's up to you-
What will You do?
ATTENTION HOBOS
KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE
PRESENTS: That I, Weary Willie,
Grand Ruler of the Exalted Order of
Globe-Trotters happened to evade
railroad officials early Wednesday
morning in the fair city of Blooming-ton
and, in my search-for some kind
housewife to lend a ear to my woeful
tale and set me up a breakfast, I wan-dered
near one certain Knowledge Fac-tory
known to the natives as Wes-leyan.
Now ordinarily I avoid students,
fearing they "touch" me for a cup of
coffee, but when I saw to my amaze-ment
that they were in the convention-al
Globe Trotters Garb, I became very
much interested and walked in with a
crowd of them. No one knew but
what I was one of them. Presently I
gathered that it was "Hobo Day". A
feeling of adventure spurred me on
and soon they all gathered in a large
room together and held pow-wow.
Here they picked out one guy named
Coleman as the "best dressed" hobo
and really he wasn't much worse than
I was. He only had 23 patches on his
trousers and I had a close 17. Then a
girl named Parcher was chosen from
the lady-bums and the two were each
presented with a nice tin loving cup.
After some monkey-shines the camp
broke up and I departed.
Now, my point is, that I think stu-dents
are almost as much in sympathy
with us as we are with them. In con-sideration
of this, I am going to in-stigate
an annual "Students Day"
among hobos. Signed,
Weary Willy.
WORK ON PAGEANT BEGINS
Miss Laughlin and Aides Working
Hard
Have you a part in the Commence-ment
Pageant? If you haven't you
certainly are "out of style,'l 'Cause
everybody,---and everybody's friend is
taking part.
The pageant which Miss Laughlin
has chosen this year is entitled "The
Passing of the Kings." The first
episode is dated 490 B.C.-after the
Battle of Marathon;-The last, 1918, a
song of "Victory," after the close of
the Great War.
Prof. P. C. Somerville is carrying
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Volume XXVIII June 2. 1922
UU [ A
WHOOOO!
No, this isn't a chapter from Who's
Who, but merely a reminder that ev-eryone
knows who bought their Owls.
For the enlightenment of those who
don't remember, be it known that by
Owl, we do not mean the popular
cigar.
We mean that on Monday, May 15,
in the year of our Lord, nineteen hun-dred
and twenty-two in the well-known
study-hall-Chapel, the Juniors pulled
a "new one" on us. Instead of all of
the red-tape that has- always been
traditional in subscribing for a WES-LEYANA,
the.desirous students sim-ply
reached into their pockets or, or-or-
well wherever they happened to
carry it and pulled forth pennies
amounting to the sum of one hundred.
Upon handing these to the smiling
Junior (who carefully counted it) and
upon awakening from the pain of sep-aration
from said twenty' nickels, each
person found in his hand an Owl. Of
course it was only a picture and it had
its name under it. Oh! yes! Wesleyana
Owl! That was it.
It seems that the Juniors were mere-ly
"hocking" these pretty little cards
because they told us that they wanted
them back some day in exchange for
some book or other. Wise birds these
same Juniors. The Owl proposition
and picture seems to further the point
Now don't it?
And now we await patiently (?) our
Wesleyanas.
STABAT MATER
Stabat Mater, an oratorio by Ros-sini,
under the direction of Harold
Dale Saurer, will be given in Amie
Chapel Commencement week.
This is a beautiful piece of work
and it will take about forty-five min-utes
to render it. The first chorus is
very strong, one phrase being sung
by the chorus, then repeated by quar-tette,
introducing tenor solo and fin-ishing
with the chorus. There are
several beautiful solos for all voices,
also duets and quartettes of unusual
beauty. The oratbrio closes with the
famous "Inflammatus chorus' with a
soprano obligato.
The first of the evening's program
will consist of solos, duets, and quar-tettes,
and the second part Stabat
Mater:
ThePhilharmonic Society of Bloom-ington
has been invited to sing the
Stabat Mater, but we want as many
students as will to take part in this
wonderful work.
Let's make the chorus at least one
hundred voices. Everyone come to
rehearsals of Stabat Mater.
I awoke, as if from a troubled
dream. I listened intently but could
hear no sound other than the heavy
breathing of my companion, who lay,.
two yards distant, curled up in a
blanket. A sudden gust of wind made
the small, loose window rattle as a
blinding shower of sleet was hurled
against it.
How devilish cold it was! I cud-dled
my thin blanket up closer. My
gaze anxiously sought to penetrate the
dark shadows in the corners. Three
slabs of bacon and,a couple of smoked
hams hung from the rafters of the low
ceiling. A few wooden boxes, over
which our clothes had been carelessly
thrown, occupied the center of the
cabin loft. Two small straw piles
were serving for our beds.
Sleep being impossible, I lay there
reflecting over the events of the past
few days. I thought how foolish any
pal, Jack Gathany, and I had been
to start out in the middle of a cold
winter with no particular destination
in view and only a hazy idea of the
hunting game in these wild Maine
woods. True, we had found the ad-venture
quite enjoyable, until the
storm broke. Luckily we had stumbled
onto this cabin in a small clearing,
where we at least found shelter from
the storm. Indeed we had made our-selves
quite at home despite the own-er's
absence.
Creak! Creak! I was startled to hear
the measured tread of a person cau-tiously
ascending the rickety ladder,
the only entrance to the cabin loft.
Almost noiselessly, rung by rung,
someone was climbing the ladder.
Suddenly a dim light shone through
the trap door, sending a pale yellow
square of radiance upward. The muf-fled
footsteps, almost inaudible when
the moaning wind shrieked through
the cracks between the loose boards,
were moving closer. Then the light
of a candle flickered above the floor
Qf the loft, revealing to my straining
eyes the head and shoulders of a man
slowly rising through the opening.-
There was a sneering smile on his
face as he glanced around the room
and spied us. Intuitively I shrunk
HENLINEo CARRIED ELECTION
Wesleyana Staff '24 elected
At a recent Sophomore meeting, the
politicians and "hand-shakers" got to-gether,
or apart, as they saw fit, and
after much soiling of white spats and
smashing of silk hats and cigar-chew-ing,
the election of next year's Wes-leyana
staff was held by the Sopho-mores,
with Squire Smith presiding.
The outcome was that-back
in horror. His hair was un-combed
and his beard thick and
shaggy. He wore a dirty blue shirt
with a red bandanna for a collar. A
horrible scar on his forehead and a
patch over his right eye added to the
dilapidation of his appearance. His
left arm hung limp as though paral-yzed.
Evidently he had been the vic-tim
of some horrible accident.
He stood there motionless for a mo-ment.
There was a curious sugges-tion
of the furtive in the rapid motion
of his rat-like eyes. He mumbled
something and then mounted the re-maining
rungs of the ladder, with that
same sneering smile still on his lips.
My heart jumped up into my mouth,
almost choking me. I dared not move.
He set the candle down on a near-by
box and drew a long knife from
his belt. He ran his finger along its
edge to feel its sharpness. The steel
glistened gruesomely. Turning his
back 'toward me, he stooped down by
the side of my pal and fumbled awk-wardly
with something. With t- quick
jerk he raised the knife over his head.
Was I to lie here quietly and see my
friend murdered? No! No! I would
rather die myself than to forsake him.
I strove in vain to cry out but my
tongue clove to the roof of my mouth
and left me speechless.. I attempted to
jump up but my blood chilled and
left me weak and helpless.
The knife made a deep slash. A
slight moan from Jack and then he lay
perfectly still. Poor boy! Unknowing-ly
he had met his death. But I was
prepared. I would avenge. I stag-gered
to my feet just as the barbaric
intruder turned his head toward me.
With that same sneering, sickening
grin he motioned me to keep quiet.
What audacity?
He straightened up and held some-thing
out as if for my inspection. It
was a slice from one of the smoked
hams which hung from the rafters
just above my companion. Immedi-ately
I had visions of fried ham for
breakfast and oh, how hungry I was.
Jack sat up and yawned,
"When do we eat?"
The Sophomore class, 1924, is
pleased to announce to the rest of the
students that Miss Ruth Heiline will
take the chair as the Editor-in-Chief,
while Miss Mabel Niedermeyer will
act in the capacity of Associate Editor.
The Hon. Maxwell Stanm will take
the responsibility of Business Manager.
The polls will reopen soon and the
remainder of the staff be elected.
Meanwhile the politicians will work
and the rest of us will await with in-terest
the latest returns.
HOSPITALITY IN THE MAINE WOODS
By DONALD J. BAYLER
the heaviest part in the pageant,, that
of the Prophet of Israel who gives
the prologues. This fact in itself as-sures
the audience a treat.
The cast is given by from 100 to
1000 performers. Of course it is
folly to think of having the 1,000 from
Wesleyan this year, But we can easily
make it 300 if everyone does his share.
It's up to you-
What will You do?
ATTENTION HOBOS
KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE
PRESENTS: That I, Weary Willie,
Grand Ruler of the Exalted Order of
Globe-Trotters happened to evade
railroad officials early Wednesday
morning in the fair city of Blooming-ton
and, in my search-for some kind
housewife to lend a ear to my woeful
tale and set me up a breakfast, I wan-dered
near one certain Knowledge Fac-tory
known to the natives as Wes-leyan.
Now ordinarily I avoid students,
fearing they "touch" me for a cup of
coffee, but when I saw to my amaze-ment
that they were in the convention-al
Globe Trotters Garb, I became very
much interested and walked in with a
crowd of them. No one knew but
what I was one of them. Presently I
gathered that it was "Hobo Day". A
feeling of adventure spurred me on
and soon they all gathered in a large
room together and held pow-wow.
Here they picked out one guy named
Coleman as the "best dressed" hobo
and really he wasn't much worse than
I was. He only had 23 patches on his
trousers and I had a close 17. Then a
girl named Parcher was chosen from
the lady-bums and the two were each
presented with a nice tin loving cup.
After some monkey-shines the camp
broke up and I departed.
Now, my point is, that I think stu-dents
are almost as much in sympathy
with us as we are with them. In con-sideration
of this, I am going to in-stigate
an annual "Students Day"
among hobos. Signed,
Weary Willy.
WORK ON PAGEANT BEGINS
Miss Laughlin and Aides Working
Hard
Have you a part in the Commence-ment
Pageant? If you haven't you
certainly are "out of style,'l 'Cause
everybody,---and everybody's friend is
taking part.
The pageant which Miss Laughlin
has chosen this year is entitled "The
Passing of the Kings." The first
episode is dated 490 B.C.-after the
Battle of Marathon;-The last, 1918, a
song of "Victory," after the close of
the Great War.
Prof. P. C. Somerville is carrying
---.---
v ..
I - -II -I I II - i' ' I
N umer i4